Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 88

Even if it was nothing but an illusion.

On the other side of the city, Wren had no idea where Lawrence had disappeared to.

After returning to Riverside Apartments, she didn't head straight to the bathroom to wash up.

Everything Leo had said to her that night kept echoing endlessly in her mind.

*Just because someone is crying doesn't mean you did something wrong.*

She had said that to comfort her son.

But she was also desperately trying to convince herself.

Wren sat down at her desk and began meticulously documenting her evening with Leo.

Time of visit.

Location.

Child's emotional state.

Key points of conversation.

She wrote everything down with clinical objectivity.

But when her pen scratched out *Child experienced guilt from assuming rejecting Willow would cause her emotional distress,* she paused for a very long time.

She suddenly realized that this divorce wasn't just a battle between her and Lawrence.

And it certainly wasn't going to be resolved the second she yanked Leo out of the Langford Estate.

Leo had spent six formative years growing up in that incredibly toxic environment.

He had been heavily influenced by Eleanor, brainwashed by Willow, and scarred by Lawrence's perpetual indifference.

He had learned to hyper-analyze the adults around him just to survive.

He had been trained to blame himself the second someone shed a tear.

And he had been taught that his mother's endless sacrifices were nothing short of expected.

A heavy knot of dread pooled in Wren's stomach.

She couldn't just smother the trauma with blind love and expect it to magically heal.

She had to learn how to be a highly calculated, fully conscious mother.

Not a martyr.

And not someone who just severed all ties without warning.

She had to slowly teach her son that profound love and firm boundaries could effortlessly coexist.

That was going to be exponentially harder than walking away from Lawrence.

She booted up her laptop and started searching for child psychologists.

After scouring profiles for half an hour, she jotted down the contact information for two highly-rated family therapists.

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